Yoga. I am into it, but not just any kind of yoga. Bikram. Here is the deal-yoga in 90 degree heat. I am simplifying of course, lets just say it is awesome in a kombucha tea kind of way.
My husband who isn't so down with exercise seems to like it. The room smells like katmandu-no not Bob Seeger or Cat Stevens. Not even the city in Nepal. I mean it smells like a cat-man and doo doo. Namaste.
